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but a reality. The entrance of that man into the destiny of
that child had been the advent of God.
Moreover, Jean Valjean had chosen his refuge well. There
he seemed perfectly secure.
The chamber with a dressing-room, which he occupied
with Cosette, was the one whose window opened on the
boulevard. This being the only window in the house, no
neighbors’ glances were to be feared from across the way
or at the side.
The ground-floor of Number 50-52, a sort of dilapidated
penthouse, served as a wagon-house for market-gardeners,
and no communication existed between it and the first sto-
ry. It was separated by the flooring, which had neither traps
nor stairs, and which formed the diaphragm of the build-
ing, as it were. The first story contained, as we have said,
numerous chambers and several attics, only one of which
was occupied by the old woman who took charge of Jean
Valjean’s housekeeping; all the rest was uninhabited.
It was this old woman, ornamented with the name of the
principal lodger, and in reality intrusted with the functions
of portress, who had let him the lodging on Christmas eve.
He had represented himself to her as a gentleman of means
who had been ruined by Spanish bonds, who was coming
there to live with his little daughter. He had paid her six
months in advance, and had commissioned the old wom-
an to furnish the chamber and dressing-room, as we have
seen. It was this good woman who had lighted the fire in
the stove, and prepared everything on the evening of their
arrival.